A top-tier Anomalous Being left behind to guard the place had met a sudden death. The gap between him and a True Saint was simply impossible to erase; between the two lay an unbridgeable chasm.
If news of such a powerful supernatural being's death spread outside, it would trigger an earthquake.
Yet before the Great King, his death was like a sparrow feather drifting down—soundless, without a ripple. Wang Yusheng seemed merely to have done something trivial.
The bright-red bloodstains on his halberd quickly dried and burned away. Ashes scattered, as though this person had never existed in the world.
Shrouded in Chaos Mist, the Great King turned around and walked calmly yet powerfully toward the depths of Tattoo Palace.
Behind him, on certain crucial earth veins and within floating bronze halls, array flags bearing dense mist were planted one after another as he advanced.
None of this caused the slightest disturbance.
Wang Yusheng moved forward, his right hand gripping the halberd. He crossed many vital areas of Tattoo Palace—the Medicine Garden, the warehouse of prohibited core materials, and more—casting his gaze upon all of them.
A True Saint had invaded, yet instead of directly assaulting the dojo, he had slipped in without a trace of smoke or fire. To the people of Tattoo Palace, that was even more terrifying. This was a great calamity.
A rare Exotic Power Pool from the Mythic Lineage resembled a bright, radiant lake, steaming with scarce Super Material. Here, the Great King silently planted an array flag.
Not far away, an Anomalous Being was meditating beside the exotic lake, breathing in and out mythic substances rarely seen in the lineage. Sensing something amiss, he opened his eyes.
Then he saw a seemingly familiar man standing before him with a halberd in hand. The man